A Ghost on the Cliffs of Moher.....

On pathes of beauty walks a she ghost
twirling in her gypsies dance
If you see her there let her be
don't approach her with hope or chance

Her eye's enchant you .....framed in auburn
locks and scented with lilacs
The daintiness of an angels walk
her gown following in her tracks

In swirling mists I called for her to
turn away her wayward coarse
Calling .....calling ....out of concern
and thinking only the worse

But she slipped away at the cliffs of moher
in the mists I lost her sight
And fell away in the darkened winds
lost in the world of night

In the morning though I searched the
oceans edges wrapped in sea foam
But all there was remaining was her memory
and at the beach her gown

When I see her now along the path .....I know
she plays a lovers scheme
As she returns each night to tempt
me .......to follow in her dream












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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

What a breath taking photo, it marries well with the beauty of the poem. I don't know how you do it but again you have left me speachless. Simply and awesomely wonderful.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hi Laurie , Ireland , One day I will get there , as from our pasts , perhaps to really return there ! I feel Ireland in my soul. Hugs.


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

I share that same hope - to one day visit the land my mothers grand parents walked. Sometimes I wonder if there is something in the genes of us all that calls us to return to our ancestrial home. In any case this is a beautiful piece and I can see a part of why you Ireland in your soul.

Have a great day!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Laurie , I think perhaps there was only one homeland ingrained in our genetics when mankind crawled up out of the ocean , And we , like the salmon or the whales are drawn back to our beginnings . Like the sea turtles , beneath our shells lies the longing. Stay well.


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

My shell must have been a giant land totortis...now you have me thinking yet again...

Keep warm my friend!

By the way Michael Ely was the next target of the titles story...


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Oh ,Oh , I'm sure all hubbers must grow uncomfortable when you get to thinking deeply. LOL , warmth is where serenity lies. :


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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

haunting and truly enchanting. Love the imagery and the words give me chills.

But she slipped away at the cliffs of moher

in the mists I lost her sight

And fell away in the darkened winds

lost in the world of night

Well done!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Docmo, Thank you , Irelands mysteries haunt me from inside out , My mother was Irish and created a poetic monster! I'm still grappling with the desease.LOL. Thanks for dropping by.


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gr82bme 5 years ago from USA

Fantastic!!!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

gr82bme, thank you for sharing.


Marina Lester 5 years ago

Love the ending a horseback! haunting.... :D


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

I knew my Irish friends would like this one . Thank you and hugs to you.


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niallmarkey 4 years ago from New York

The cliffs can really inspire the imagination. I remember one beautiful sunny afternoon sitting at the cliffs watching the men from Innis Oir row their carrack to the mainland. For a while I felt as if I had fallen into a state of timelessness.


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ahorseback 4 years ago Author

Niallmarkey , Do you miss it there ? Such a magical country, though I haven't been there ! Im glad you enjoyed....:-}

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